It was the most glorious of summer's.
Remnants of evening sun hung endlessly over the Iveragh Peninsula, in the South West corner of Ireland.
Those warm hazy days of welcome sunshine brought an almost tropical feel to the rocky shoreline of west Kerry.
Maeve and Cormac had spent their entire childhood here along this coastline, and now in their last summer before college, and as adults, the pair clung to the turquoise coast like a pair of gray seals.
The crystal clear Gulf Streamed waters saw the pair immerse themselves in long days of swimming, snorkeling and scuba diving.
They spent endless hours enjoying their youth, playing and sunbathing in the warm tidal pools of the sheltered coast.
Cormac at almost 18 years was utterly and absolutely smitten with his girl, Maeve Murphy.
She was the most beautiful human being he had ever laid eyes on, and no matter how he tried he could not express his love and adoration of her in any meaningful way.
She was in his every waking thought.
Her name would dance about in his mind, exhausting him.
From time to time he would sing her name to himself
"Maeve, Maeve, Maeve Murphy",
On the odd occasion, when no one was there to hear, he would say it out loud just to hear it being spoken.
She was Beautiful, and in all of Cormac young life he had never seen anything else as beautiful as her.
His young age prevented him from describing or articulating Maeve's beauty, yet he knew, when she smiled it was like seeing early sun on morning dew.
Her big brown eyes bewitched him enough to see him walk the length and breath of the peninsula, if it pleased her.
In his sixteenth year, Maeve had surrendered herself to him, and he to her. Since that day they had never so much as looked at another.
Their lives entwined as they grew, sharing all of their 'firsts' together, their first teenage dance, first kiss, their first sexual fumbling's.
As their bodies grew, they became more and more intimate with each other, sharing all the new pleasures of their new adult forms.
They loved each other, and found every opportunity to show it.
Maeve also loved paddling naked through rock pools; a pastime Cormac took great delight in going along with.
In the isolated coves of west Kerry there was plenty of opportunity to get naked and relax without being observed. Lying back to dry herself in the warm sunshine, Maeve would let the sun find her fur-covered cunt, feeling its warmth open and moisten her.
She enjoyed the sensation and the freedom of being naked in the open air.
Cormac for his part loved nothing more then sitting to watch Maeve's enjoying sunshine.
He enjoyed the stirring sensation in his groin, the freedom of nakedness, and the pleasure of enjoying a light breeze on his cock and balls.
His erection always grew at the sight of Maeve's naked body. Her body catching sunlight as droplets of salty water clung to her to dry. The sight for her running her hand over her tanned slender body acted like a lure, mesmerizing him, causing his cock to throb.
At days end, as sun began to set, Cormac would embrace Maeve and warm her, kissing her more passionately than before. On the smooth flat rocks of the lower shore, she would give herself to him.
To setting sun she would kiss him deeply, cupping his face in her hands as he pushed his cock into her.
She would whisper in his ear how good his cock felt, and how she wanted to keep it inside her forever.
They explored each other with their fondling.
Using fingers, lips, tongues, and teeth, kissing, sucking and nibbling on each other.
By the beginning of July they were bronzed and relaxed and enjoying each other so much that Maeve, as soon as they were alone, would unzip Cormac and take his cock out to feel it grow.
One balmy evening, with Cormac's cock in her hand, Maeve looked at him and whispered,
"I want you to come in my mouth Cormac".
"I want to taste your hot spunk on my tongue".
Cormac, dumbstruck at the idea of Maeve taking his cock into her mouth, felt his heart almost bursting through his chest.
Maeve's request was odd, but the idea of it had run through his mind like a raging gorse fire.
It was the most erotic thing he could ever imagine and it made his cock almost burst with excitement.
During all the sex the pair had shared, they had never kissed each other's genitals before.
Maeve, the adventurous one, and always the first to suggest something new, was sensing Cormac's approval.
Dropping to her knees she held his cock in both hands and began to lick it.
The silky texture of his cock felt strange and new on her tongue, inviting her to take more.
She immediately liked the salty taste of him, and taking him deeper into her mouth she knew she loved it.
She sucked it harder and harder, stopping only to trace the rim of his dome with her tongue, her fingers fondling his balls all the while.
In a moment she had what she desired.
Cormac came in great torrents, almost filling her mouth with his hot salty cream.
Maeve startled at first, continued suckling hungrily, swallowing everything Cormac had to give.
